5 Days, 5 Colleges, 5 States (Part 1)

We returned from our travels last night at around 7:00. I’ve been clinging to that nice vacation feeling all morning by continuing to read my silly novel about time travel and Scotland. (When I’m done, I’ll watch the show.) I have several urgent work matters that are glaring at me at my google inbox. I have to return phone calls from family wanting news. Later. Later.

We’ve been gone for eight days, which I think is our longest family vacation ever. The first three days were a traditional vacation on Block Island, a little football that Long Island kicks up to New England. We stayed at a motel-ish place a few miles away from the town that primarily serves People Who Live on Boats. Before this trip, I knew vaguely that were such people. My sister-in-law’s dad sailed his boat from Connecticut to Key West for about six months last year. Here, we had an up-close view of the life style, because the motel, which called itself a resort, had a long dock for the People Who Live On Boats.

Every morning, we got a donut and coffee from the store at the motel/resort and strolled down the dock to check out the new boats that came in over night. Some were huge with walls for flat screen TVs. Others were smaller with feral children eating Cheerios’ on the floor. At the end of the dock, they had a bar with a deck. In the evening, Jonah took Ian to the movies at the motel/resort, and Steve and I drank gin and tonics with the People Who Live on Boats.

In between the morning donut and the evening gin and tonic, we drove around. We swam in near-empty beaches. We found places to eat. We hiked. Next time we go back, we’ll book the hotel and the ferry ride six months in advance.

Those three days were the traditional vacation part of the trip. The next five days were about Jonah’s college tours. Next post.

Washington Post’s Editorial on Trump

Did you read the Washington Post editorial on Trump

DONALD J. TRUMP, until now a Republican problem, this week became a challenge the nation must confront and overcome. The real estate tycoon is uniquely unqualified to serve as president, in experience and temperament. He is mounting a campaign of snarl and sneer, not substance. To the extent he has views, they are wrong in their diagnosis of America’s problems and dangerous in their proposed solutions. Mr. Trump’s politics of denigration and division could strain the bonds that have held a diverse nation together. His contempt for constitutional norms might reveal the nation’s two-century-old experiment in checks and balances to be more fragile than we knew.

UPDATE: I’m in a long car trip reading all the fantastic editorials on Trump. I’ll keep adding them to this post. 

There’s no actual agenda being put in its place, just nostalgic spasms that, as David Frum has put it, are part George Wallace and part Henry Wallace. Trump’s policy agenda, such as it is, is mostly a series of vague and defensive recoils: build a wall, ban Muslims, withdraw from the world.

David Brooks:

This is less a party than a personality cult. Law and order is a strange theme for a candidate who radiates conflict and disorder. Some rich children are careless that way; they break things and other people have to clean up the mess.

Check out the Weekly Standand. Wow. If conservatives hate him, what’s going to happen? 

Why Do People Hate Hillary?

I asked a family member if he watched Trump’s speech. He’s a die hard conservative, who unsubscribed from the New York Times because of its “left wing bias.” But this guy is also educated and well read. He’s not a fan of Trump. So, I was curious about his opinions. It’s guys like him who could decide the next election. 

He said he watched it. He complained about its length, briefly called Trump a circus barker, and then launched into a diatribe about Hillary. I think he called her a crime boss or something. So, he said when given a choice between PT Barnum and a crime boss, he was going with Barnum. 

Why do people hate Hillary so much? Is it because she’s a Tracy Flick? 

There’s a great article in this topic in The New Yorker from 1996 — an oldie that holds up well. 

Detained and Derailed

I’ve been away from the computer for nearly a week. My cousin got married over the weekend. The week before, I was hunting down a black dress for myself, because evening weddings in New York City require black dresses, and a new jacket for Jonah. I borrowed a niece for a girlie day at a nail salon.

The wedding was lovely. Although the four of us are pale and pasty, the extended family isn’t. So, the wedding was a multi-ethnic affair. Indians in swirling saris. Brazilians somehow communicating in Portuguese with Puerto Ricans. It was super fun. The festivities continued for two days with a barbecue at our house for 17 people.

We’re all a bit tired now. I need to catch up on the laundry, so we can pack for our college tours. We leave first thing Saturday morning. But before I do that, I have to recover. I plan to sit very still for the next few hours, before I have to pick up Ian from camp, and just blog.

Let’s talk about the Republican Convention. (Give me a few minutes to write something.)

Before and After

These two pictures are currently on my Facebook page. The first one is from seven years ago, and Facebook uses their “You’reFuckingOld” app to show you pictures from when you were ten pounds skinnier. The second one is on Steve’s page with a tag to me. The boys went on a bike trip this weekend.



I have about 15 minutes before I have to drive Ian to his film camp – an hour round trip at 8:15. Then I’ll get him at 2:15 – another hour round trip. I had been driving Steve to the train station at 6:45, so Jonah could use the beater car during the day, but I stopped. If Jonah wants the car, he has to get up and do the morning drop off. He failed to respond to his alarm clock this morning (how can he let it buzz for 30 minutes straight?), so he’ll be biking it to his college application class at the high school.

Maybe he can catch some Pokemon on the way to school.

OK. Who downloaded that app? Fess up.

Alright, what did I read so far this morning?

Does reading make you happier? 

I spend a few hours playing with College Abacus yesterday. Semi-useful.

RBG needs to shut up.